Going back to the begining.: Chapter 3 Favor and Consequences.
by Peaches Girl
Chapter 3
The favor and consequences.
The Immortal was in his car when Buffy called him. He was driving back to his Villa when his cell phone rang and he saw the familiar number. He knew why she was calling, and it made him a little irritated. He spoke with her briefly and at the end of the conversation, he slammed the phone shut and thru it frustratingly to the floor of his car.
That woman and he had been with thousands of them, irked him the most. Yes she was beautiful, strong, and had a body to worship but it was frustrating as hell to not have her covet him the way he coveted her. He didn’t love her, no; he just was used to having all the women of his long unnatural life fall very hard for him but not Buffy. She liked hanging out with him and truly liked him but he could tell her heart was not in it and it bothered him more than he wanted to admit. He never had a problem getting women to fall madly for him, he was the Immortal but Buffy, now she was definitely a challenge. He thought that if he could just get her into his bed then he would have her right were he wanted her. The problem was she didn’t act like she was interested in sex. They had plenty of opportunities but every time he thought he was getting close she would come up with some excuse and take off on him. She was a challenge and he was up for it, he would do what ever it took to make her fall in love with him.
Though that was his ultimate goal, there was no time for that train of thought right now, he had a promise to fulfill and that alone brought a smile to his face. This was going to be fun. He did promise her and he was going to do as she asked but he would do it in his own little way. A devilish grin appeared on his face and he pulled his car over to retrieve his cell phone.
He dialed the number and heard a lovely Italian voice answer the phone. “Ciao darling, you don’t call near enough, how are you?” He dropped his smile and delved into the conversation with her. “This isn’t a social call cara, I need a favor.”
“Awe, that’s a pity I was hoping for a little fun this evening.” He could almost picture her pouting little face. “Oh cara I didn’t say it wouldn’t be fun. I think your going to love this.” He heard her giggle and began to give her instructions. He ended his call and leaned back into the leather seat of his car. He smiled knowing that his plan was now in action and he put the car in gear and headed home.
London
Willow was sitting at a large table in the Council library. She had piles of books and papers in front of her. If it were not for the sound of her fingers tapping on the key board of her lap top, no one would have known she was even there. She felt like she was drowning in a pool of history with no way of escape. She did offer to help Giles but she had no idea what that really entailed. He had totally shocked her to the core with the conversation that they had in his office. She never expected him to ever utter the very things that were coming out of his mouth. Her mind was spinner out of control with all the information she had received and everything that she had said and done to Buffy came flooding back in full force. She sat there dazed, thinking about everything he said and again she felt the hair on her body start to rise followed by a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that made her want to vomit. She hated that her relationship with Buffy was so strained and after her talk with Giles she wished she had patched things up before coming here to help Giles. It was times like these that she had always depended on her friends for help and support and with Buffy in Rome and Xander in Africa, Willow was feeling quit alone.
Giles had already deciphered most of the prophecy and was working on a few other texts that referred to it. She needed to cross reference them and find any others that may deal with this same prophecy. She knew that they had a some what long road ahead of them but the time frame according to this last text had her worried. If their calculations were correct, some of the events were already occurring and they needed to act fast.
Just as she finished that last translation Giles entered the room. “Willow, are you in here?
“Yes, over here Giles, behind the mountain to your left.” She wanted to sound pleasant but at the moment she just couldn’t get her body or mind to relax enough to sound like nice Willow. “I just finished this last translation and I was thinking of coming to find you. I don’t think your going to like this one.” She picked up the hand full of paper and handed it to him.
He began to read over the papers and a series of ‘bloody hells’ and ‘O’good lords’ seemed to follow each sheet he turned in his hand. “If this text is somewhat accurate then we may need to speed this up a bit. I think maybe it’s a good time to call Xander and find out how he is progressing.” Giles paused then removed his glasses to clean them. Willow could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he replaced the glasses on his face and let a sigh. “I think its time you and Buffy made up don’t you think. Maybe you need to pay her a visit and iron out you difficulties. We need her on board Willow and you and Xander are not just friends to her, your family, its time to bury the hatchet so to speak. I think you need to take the first step, I’m sure if you are there in front of her it will be harder for her to avoid you then simply running from the phone.”
Willow had told Giles about the many attempts to contact Buffy and make up. She wanted her friend back, her best friend, and she would do anything to be able to take back the things that had been done but she couldn’t. All she could do now was to try and move on from here and hope Buffy would be willing to do the same. She knew that she had broken a trust that was going to have to be rebuilt but now with everything that was going on with the prophecy; she didn’t think there would be enough time.
“Well, I guess I’m off to Rome then. I just hope that Buffy will forgive me Giles. She won’t even pick up the phone to tell me to go to hell. I know that she was hurt but how can I say I’m sorry if she won’t even pick up the phone? You know I wasn’t the only one who betrayed her. I don’t understand how she can talk to Xander but not me. I don’t get it.” Willow was near tears as she spoke to Giles and he reached out a hand to her. She gladly took it and tried to smile but it was strained at best.
“I know what you mean, I myself have tried to ring her but she always seems to be out when I do. I think we all have some things to apologize to her for and I for one have more than most. Don’t worry so much Willow. Buffy loves you and Xander; she is just very good at shutting down her emotions and avoiding the hurt. I think that I may have played a role in that part of her and its going to take some major changes in all our lives to fix this. I just hope we are able to do it in time.”
Giles pulled Willow into a hug then gently pulled away. He wiped the few small tears that had escaped her eyes then sent her on her way. Once Willow was gone he returned to his office and called Faith.
“Hello Faith. I need you to come to the office today. I have a job for you of great importance………….yes, yes …and an explanation that goes along with it. Yes, right away please, and Faith tell Wood we need him as well. Pack some cloths; you will be leaving for the states as soon as I brief you both.” Giles hung up the phone and began to make the plans to send Faith and Wood to LA. He hated to spy on Angel but if this plan of his was going to work he need someone he could trust to be his eyes.
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